Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
(Continued from chapter 7.)
Author's Note: I'd like to thank my good pal Snicker-of-Manhattan for helping me with the accents of the boys. So thanks.
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You toss the watch into a nearby chair, take you high-heels off, and sprint for the front door, heels in one had, ribbon in the other. You reach the door and quickly stop to put you shoes back on. You wouldn't want to run in the streets of New York bare-footed. You bunch up the ribbon in your right fist, and push on the door. It's surprisingly open, and you step out into the crowded streets, heading for nowhere in particular.
You walk for about fifteen minutes until you come across an empty bench. You plop down on the edge of it, and pull out your pink ribbon. Given the change to further examine it, you notice it looks just like the ribbons Helen McNoolan from school wears in her hair everyday.
"What's that, Katie?" Startled, you turn to see David sitting next to you. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's fine," You respond before answering his question. "This is a ribbon I found at the Irving Hall. I'm trying to figure out who it belongs to."
"Looks like Elizabeth's," He adds, scooting closer to you to look at the ribbon more closely. You try not to let your breathing quicken at his sudden closeness. You give him a look of confusion, and he explains. "Sarah's friend, Elizabeth Mills, always wears a pink ribbons around her neck and wrists."
"Oh," You respond, lost in thought and still staring at the ribbon in your hands.
"I'd better get back to work," David says quietly, almost whispering in your ear, before he grabs his stack of papes and stands. "Bye, Katie." He waves and smiles before vanishing into the crowd. You continue to examine the ribbon, pondering his words. Elizabeth Mills, huh? You think to yourself.
If you interrogate Helen, go to Chapter 26.
If you interrogate Elizabeth, go to Chapter 27